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Yeo Jinwoo was both a caring brother and a terrifying master.

No one in the house dared intervene when Yeo Jinwoo scolded Yeo Woohee.

Glancing at the half-full bottle of water, Yeo Jinwoo made his expectations clear.

“What are you doing? I need to get ready for work. Hurry up and finish it.”

“Hup… sniff… hic.”

Clutching the water bottle, Yeo Woohee sipped timidly, tears threatening to spill.

“Woowoohee, do you hate it when I scold you?”

“No, I don’t.”

‘I actually love it’, he seemed to think that as long as he didn’t make eye contact, Jinwoo wouldn’t know his real feelings.

He was awful at lying.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he checked his wristwatch.

“I’ll give you five minutes to finish the rest.”

Setting a time limit, Yeo Woohee immediately grabbed the bottle of water as if he had never been sipping at it and tilted his head back, gulping it down.

About half of it spilled down his mouth in a feigned effort, but Jinwoo let it slide.

As Yeo Woohee handed over the now-empty water bottle and looked up at him expectantly, as if asking for praise, Jinwoo frowned.

“You’re the one who messed up and earned this punishment. Do I really have to praise you for it?”

“No…”

No, my ass.

That wavering voice of his gave it all away.

Jinwoo stifled a laugh as he caught sight of Yeo Woohee’s lips, slightly pouting as he hung his head low.

Gently, he reached out to brush his hand over the nape of Yeo Woohee’s neck, which had been exposed as he lowered his head.

He could feel the fine hairs stand on end under his touch.

How adorable.

“Come up here.”

Yeo Woohee, thinking he was being rewarded, smiled brightly and looked up at Jinwoo again.

Jinwoo spread his legs, waiting.

With careful movements, Yeo Woohee climbed up and settled onto Jinwoo’s thigh.

Jinwoo adjusted his position, correcting him.

He guided Yeo Woohee’s back to rest against his chest and positioned his legs in an M-shape, hooking his arms under Yeo Woohee’s knees to keep them in place.

Yeo Woohee squirmed, whining about how uncomfortable it was, unaware that this would soon become a routine posture for him to assume on the bed.

Jinwoo had been fighting tirelessly to suppress his instincts, trying not to lose control with Yeo Woohee, who, despite being his younger sibling, was also an Alpha like him.

No matter how many summers he spent locked away in psychiatric facilities, the condition never improved.

He had hoped that growing older would change things, that he would find other beautiful or handsome Omegas attractive instead.

But no, that was far from reality.

To Jinwoo, Omegas who weren’t Yeo Woohee were nothing more than pebbles on the roadside.

Sure, he was a twisted bastard who got aroused imagining his own sibling, but at least he wasn’t insane enough to get hard over a random pebble.

Despite fourteen years of effort, his obsession had only deepened.

In the end, Yeo Woohee would have to endure it.

There was no other option. It would be tough at first, but with time, he would adapt to taking Jinwoo’s cock—after all, he had long since learned to yield.

Eventually, he would even take the fluids well.

“Hyung… Hah… I—I need to pee.”

In this position, it was impossible not to notice the silk pajamas clinging tightly to his chest with just the slightest downward glance.

Wet and accentuating every curve of his body, it was an obscene sight.

He wanted to tear apart the pajama top and see how our Woohee’s chest looked.

If Yeo Jinwoo’s psychiatrist knew what was going through his mind, they would have likely committed him to a month of intensive treatment at the hospital this winter.

“But, Doctor, please. Look at me. No matter which alpha you bring, if they see my brother, they’d want to get hard and tear him apart. I’m completely normal. I’ll admit only one thing: I’m utterly obsessed with Yeo Woohee.”

Jinwoo tightened his grip, ensuring Woohee, who was whining and writhing in his arms, couldn’t escape.

“Hyung, hyung-ah. I need the bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Woohee, your punishment isn’t over yet.”

“Ugh, what do I do? I really need the bathroom. I have to go!”

Woohee tried to run away. Jinwoo didn’t loosen his arms, refusing to let go of the struggling legs.

“Shh. Shh.”

Jinwoo brought his lips close to Woohee’s ear and made soothing, white noise.

Already desperate to relieve himself, Woohee burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs when he heard the sound that only seemed to urge his bladder further.

Jinwoo gently kissed Woohee’s soft earlobe before repeating the shushing sound.

“Ah, no. No!”

Caught by Jinwoo, his legs spread in an M-shape, Woohee finally started wetting his pants.

The front of his pajama bottoms darkened in a round patch as the fabric, too thin to absorb everything, allowed the liquid to drip steadily onto the floor.

“Sob… what do I do… sob… what do I do…”

The bedwetter, embarrassed by having wet his pants, didn’t know what to do.

Yeo Jinwoo finally released Yeo Woohee, who had been holding back his urine.

Once free, Yeo Woohee got down to the floor, tightly pressing his knees together and shutting his eyes to finish relieving himself.

Damn.

Why is this guy peeing in such a provocative way?

“Hng… Uh… Ah…”

He let out sweet, breathy moans, reminiscent of an Omega leaking slick.

Yeo Jinwoo helped Yeo Woohee up after he finished peeing.

Wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, Woohee looked exactly like an Omega in need of protection.

Jinwoo pulled down Woohee’s pants and drawers, both soaked with urine.

“So that’s it. My Woohee hasn’t fully matured here yet, so he can’t hold his pee properly.”

The small, pink organ looked too delicate and pretty to believe it was the same thing he had.

The sight of the pale, hairless groin, glistening with traces of urine, made him want to lick it clean.

It didn’t seem right for someone like Woohee to carry such a pretty member and still be considered a dominant Alpha.

Though he hadn’t had the chance to see other Omegas’ organs, his Woohee’s was undeniably more beautiful than anything he could imagine.

It wasn’t just his bias speaking—this was a fact.

“Hyung, don’t look.”

Woohee pressed his thighs together and tried to hide his pink member with his hand.

Jinwoo lifted his pajama top to get a clearer view.

“Why hide? There shouldn’t be any secrets from me. Remember what happened when you tried to keep something from me before? Do you still have things you want to hide?”

“N-no…”

Woohee fidgeted, rubbing his knees together in discomfort.

Jinwoo carefully moved his hand aside, uncovering what he was trying to hide.

“Ah…”

Sigh.

A breath of awe escaped unconsciously.

He wanted to seize it, to squeeze it roughly, and watch it spill out its release.

But the object of his desire was his half-brother.

His rational mind screamed at him to hold back, to resist.

Yet his instincts betrayed him, guiding his hands to unbutton the lower end of the boy’s pajamas, one button at a time.

With each button undone, the pajamas parted to reveal milky white skin, soft and inviting.

A slender waist and a charming navel came into view.

If he were to insert himself there, the area would swell, making its presence unmistakable—a space where an omega’s womb is said to reside.

He traced his hand over the precious spot in a circular motion before undoing the remaining buttons.

What he found exceeded his imagination—a chest more alluring than he had dreamed.

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